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•Perhaps tijosc ttuo short bjorbs 

JDon't sounb like much to pou; 
Put tftep arc tljc entire bolitme, 

©t bnjat pou babe been thru. 

Cijcp tell of Chateau QTbicrrp aub the Velse, 
Sub mattp a brabc aub banug talc 

<£>l the argonne, that terrible bell; 
Where So manp of our brabc comrabes fell. 

QFbep fell for a cause that bias lust aub true, 
9inb to tljem a Ijeabp tribute is hue; 

fflav <Pob rest ttjeir souls is our silent praper, 
Jfor those tubo gabe their all— 
"Up ©here." 



iTIiia tiolmitc is brbicatrb to tlic memory of "£>ur ftiu 
luiio aalit tlirir all 'Slip JTfjcrc". 



3n Commemoration of the Valor, jfortitnbc ano fecroisin of the 
(Officers ana ittcn of "Our Company" bisplapeb on tlic Ijattleficlbei 
of Jfrante, anb that their beebs map not ut forgotten in tlic rears 
to conic, this uolumr is prcScntcb to ip.p comrabes toho ujitncsseb the 
(treat achicUcincnts in the struggle for liberty. 

Captain Haitian <+lcJf abben 

Company 9. 308th 3nfantn> 




preface 



Cue names! anb abbrrsscs in tins uoofc pou'll fmb 
01 tomrabcs anb heroes, anb tljc uerses toe'ue rfipmeb; 

$ick it up Sometimes, anb turn ouer a page 
3)t Unll urrp i'oii poting as i>ou groU) olb Until age. 



again it faring* uacu tJjr tljots anb tljr thrills 

Of tljc long forrrb marches, the packs anb tijc brills; 

Sub of ijoU) tljfSf urauc boi'S fougljt their luai' thru hell, 
(Chen perhaps "another Storp" of Jfrance von can tell. 

aip tiic -arum jsutbs" 




Drafted 



After mi 


ich extensi 


ve training 


With 1 
We were 


he bayone 
ready for 


[ and gun, 
the taming 



lor the army mobilizing 

When the Draft was only new. 
Then the boards were supervising 

Selected men, to parley-voo. Of the Turks or mighty Hun. 

Now a soldier for my country. Now we wailed transportation, 
And truly mustered in. And at last we had a chance, 

I could feel tli.' thrill of battle lint its ,„, exaggeration 

And was anxious to begin. When I say, "in rainy France." 

As the next tiling on (be program, Take for instance Chateau Thierry 
We were marched behind the band, Where the Hun divisions fell, 

With many thousands cheering, For they met the U. S. draft boy 
We were ill the Army Grand. Wait for history, it will tell. 

We paraded to the station, For the armistice they begged us. 

Thin we traveled night and day. With our terms they must comply, 

They had the M. P.'s there to , met us. Land of Freedom, Peace, and Justice, 

Just to guide us on our way. Hoist Old Glory way up high. 

Private John Wesley Ada 




OUR OFFICERS 



Our Officers 



They are small, and they are tall, ' I.t. Girolomo is next in line, 

And they always wear a grin, And every inch a soldier; 

And whatever game we're playing We'll remember his smile a good long 

They .are always in to win. while; 

M.m ,1 improve as he grows older. 

Now you take l.t. Morgan, 

Vou want to wateh out when on guard, 
For he comes ui. like a storm 



I'hen comes l.t. Griffin, 

He Sticks just like a sea,-. 
If you don't know how to do things rig 

He'll read VOU the I. i). R. 



Then take our little fighting Hope, 

With his everlasting grin. 
It's a good thing that the Kaiser quit, 

Or he'd went on to Berlin. 

Now then- is our young l.t. Hess, 
And at baseball lie's a whiz. 

As a soldier he knows his biz. 



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Private .lulu, Bu 




HEADQUARTERS DETACHMENT 



Headquarters Detachment 



PVT. JOHN W U I \< l 

319 E. 85th St., New York City, X. Y. 
When John gol paid in France 'twas said, 
He'il get stewed quick then "knock 'em dea 



CORP. 


FRANK 


U.LKX 




Marc 




alls, X. 


V. 


Frank 


Allen 


was i 




,anj cl. 


His dnl 


v he 


would 


never 


shirk. 


And the <mh 


misti 


ike he e 




Was to 


ftgu 


iv you 


short 


u hen yi 


LT. M U'l! 


ICE \ 


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St., Dei 


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For km 


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a hoi 


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1). R. 


FIRST 


SGT 


. JAM 


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IK I X 


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II seem 


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lined, 


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at six 


A. M. 



SUPPLY SGT. I II \XK O'LE VRY 
939 Peace SI.. Pelham, X. Y. 

Now 1 1' a Kloiisr x mi needed. 



BUGLER SOLOMON EPPLER 

Kill 1st Aw-.. New York City, V Y. 
Some d ix they'll get the bugler, 



Headquarters Detachment Cc 



RUNNER EARL A. DENNISON MECHANIC WALTER ROGERS 

IS Crandal] St., Westfield, \. Y. 135 E. 93d St., New York City, X. Y. 

A quiet sort of chap wis lie. At slinging tin- bull, 

Liked his hardtack and also tea; II.- sure was g 1. 

He lived in a sortava quiet mood, Vnd how he pit In be a mechanic 

That he was married is understood. No one ever understood. 

RUNNER ELMER LILLESKOV MECHANIC VLBERT GEORGE 

Madison, .Minn. -'-'!» Nassau St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 

Now when Elmer took an order Now if your watch was mi tin- bum, 

You'd see a cloud of dust; And your gun was full of rust. 

For promotion hi- was searching, \1 George would come a-running. 

And he'd get there or he'd bust. lake hell he would or bust. 

PVT. JOSEPH CHIRICHELLA RUNNER LOUIS SANTAMASINO 

Sfl Mulberry St.. New York City. N. Y. 1 -' Do nek St., New York City. N. 

.!,„. was a hear; ' Uways busy like a bee. 

He was a real tough bird. And even ran in the mess line 

RUNNER PVT. JAMES MURRAY colli'. ORIE LA CROIX 

9-2 East End Ave.. New York City, N. Y. :!-'-' Wil t Ave., Bridgeport, Conn. 

Little Jimmy Murray was an awful runt, I -a Croix was the boy wh iderstood 

Pulled many a funnv' stunt. And even some'of the school mesdames 



That Hik< 



Hey, Fellows!— 
Remember the time 

The Kaiz' got wise 
And took to the Rhi 



Well, we don,- our five .lays' guard, 

In the cold "Up There,'" 
And we'll never forget our billet, 



Well, we were at Raucourt, 

Waitin' returns- 
And on the eleventh of N'on 

The w ar adjourns. 



Then cam,' a rush order, 
"Roll packs right away.' 

As we'd parade in New York 
On Christmas Day. 



Then gladly we mounted 
Oar packs on our back, 

An, I with a song in our hearts 
We started back. 



Only ti) he stopped 

At Ouches next day, 
Ami told to go up to Mouz 



So tor six days - 


ve hiked 


Till we came t 


o Floren', 


Ami 1 guess yo„ 


vi member, 


We una- damn 


near all in. 


Hut we were gob 


[g home 


So we didn't gi 


ve a rap, 


As we had been ti 


) the Front 


And were used 


to that. 



That Hike Continued 



Our Captain 



But when we got (Moused— 
Oh, Boy ! how we swore — 

For they hiked us to Les Isalets, 
Which was twelve kilos, or more. 

Then early and bright 

The very next day. 
We continued "That Hike" 

On to "Broadway." 

Well, for nine days we hiked 

Up and down hills. 
Till finally we landed 

In Pointlaville. 

Why grumble now ? 

You know it's all oxer. 
And no doubt you're back home 

In the land of clover. 

So whenever you think 

That thing's are going tough, 
.lust remember "THAT HIKE" bo 

"THAT'S ENOUGH." 



Now C'a 



Mi 



ddi 



us would give us hell. 
t things done with a si 
hi stand for us sbootii 



When dri 
He'd alway: 
And neve 
crap. 
Now on "That Hike" we know it's true. 

He hiked along with me and you, 
But while in Sable he wouldn't hike. 
Just as long as he could borrow some 
"Frog's" bike. 

Now when "Homeward Bound" I'm son 
to say. 
We didn't see him one single day, 
Dame Rumor had it that some young 



11 in- 



Had stolen 
"Now. Captai 



In II, 



1' reports like that are 
true. 
The "Bucks" all send regards to you, 
For I ho at times you'd rave and cuss, 
We can't forget you wi re one of us. 

"Buck Private" McCollum. 



Co))niac Alley 



Now this "Coyniac Alley" 
Was the Sergeants' Retn a1 ; 

It was some hot place 
And hard to beat. 

It was located in a \ illage 

That was named Pointlavillt' 

And there the Sergeants li\ ed 
Behind the "Gin Mill." 

It tins "Sergeants' Retreat" 

You desired to inter ; 
You'd stroll down t lie alley 

Near the Cat,' Des Center. 

All were welcome 

In this hole in the wall: 

Onlv von had to keep buying, 
Or they'd say "Cut the' Stall.'' 

Then our Frank Gambedella 

Would beat it .away ; 
Ami bring hack Gilmartin, 

With some beer on a tray. 



Then Driscoll would start singing, 

"Well I ami not weary yet;" 
And Davis would start yowling. 

We're "Alabama Bound," you bet! 
An' with the aid of "01' Brown Mule,' 

Mauser. Meyers and our Rech-el; 
Would mimic the farmers of I-O-WA. 

And give poor Sergeant Ford hell. 
Then in would stroll Johnson and 
Anderson. 

The noblest of all Irish Suedes; 

While Janitor Ells took care of oui 

needs. 
Then "Society Slim Randall'' would reci 
"The Shooting of Dan MeGrew;" 

An' we'd all take a drink to his health 
And proceed to continue tile stew. 

Now many a queer tale 

Could be told of the place; 

But I'd better quit now. 

Or the whole bunch I'll disgrace. 

"Buck Private" McColh 




I 




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THE FIRST PLATOON 



The First Platoon 



PVT. JOHN BRANT PVT. W1I.1.IWI S. LEW 

North Powder, Oregon. Vllard, Mont.,,,;,. 

Big John Branl from Oregon, n man we all Here is a bird who always 

know well, He looked might\ sleepy I) 
For he drank up barrels of eovniac and raised 

Particular hell. PVT. GEORGE DALTON 

PVT. ERH Mil) LISELL Copper Hills, rem. 

Malung, Minn. George comes from ;i v i 1 

Hard as nails and full of pep. Hills. 

But on a march always out of step. Whirl, is far from France 
PVT. ERNEST \V. DEMM \ 

Glasgow, Missouri. PVT. MAJOR COLLINS 

He was a quiet sortav. -k. Jesup, Ga. 

And our company mystery. How in hell 1 1.< v named 1 

He came from old Missouri, than I can sec. 

The land of "Why show me?" For he is a rear rank "h 



SGT. RALPH W. PHELPS 
Walker, fowa. Route 



'VT. ARCHIE FUl-'.DliK kSHS ""''. '" '" "P """ "" ,[ 

Wellington, Kansas. > """'' 

U ducking details was hard to beat. But what the 'II, Bill, what the "11. 



First Platoon Continued 



SGT. FORNEY B. MINTZ 

Ash, N. C. 
X.uv Forney as a soldier wi 

bold, 
Bui about Ins M. 1'. battles - 



\tic1 whether nigh 
,m1 always borrov 
\ii.l say, "What 8 



lUtiful .lax 



CORP. GEORGE I'.. COXNELL 

Grundy Center, Iowa. 
A swell dame one day took Georg 
\iul George never lei on he was d 

farm. 
But with a faraway look in bis n 
He kidded her on with Iowa Mrs. 



>IS 






When il comes to gargl 

I'm here to tell 
That .lake was the boy 

That could sure- give 



1'VT. WILLIE CREEL 

307 Edna St., Hattiesburg, 
Willie was a boxer, but knew not 
Of whipping vin rouge before he' 

PVT. GEORGE JOHNSON 

Hector, Minn. 
Now George was a member of the 

"The Buck," 
Never late for reveille, but always 

PVT. CLAY E. JOLLY 

.Martin, Tenn. 
Clay E. Jolly was a merry old s 

But when it came to women 
Oh! Boy! Look out! 



WJ 



LLIAM E. WOODS 
bee, Arizona. 

en make an Apache ds 

KHY L. CRONIN 

•i care for the liars in 
champion of our mes 



First Platoon Continued 



And this 
lis home i 


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Of g i 


.Id 


•VT. JAM 




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PVT. AXEL I). JENSEN 

Storten, Minn. 
We never heard n man before, 

Like Alex in his slumber; 
['or when 1m- started in to snore 

II sounded jus! like thunder. 

PVT. lli VNCIS MeGINNIS 

:«1 Central St., Watertown, \. V. 
Mc was as Scotch as Black and White, 



T. liOKKKT C'OI.l'MliO 



l.\ a terrible mistake; Co 

ime, and bis place he did Wi 



•VT. YLFRED CLAHK 



•VT. WILLIE GREEN 

Augusta, Vrkansas. 
Cow Willi.- lived in Ar-kai 



'\ T. .1 \KV, l.OVl-'.l. WI'. 



■i- such 
dough. 



First Platoon Continued 



"Bully Beef 



PVT. 11KNKV P. QUAM I love mv Canned Bill, I never knew 

Wolf Point, Mont. How good that stuff could taste in stew; 

Wild and wooly was this boy from the West, I | ove it hot, I love it cold, 
When recking Gin Mills he was a1 his best. Corned Willie never will grow old. 

PVT. ROLLONA LITTLE KI.K v "" walk ill! " ll "' kitchen 

Ft. Thompson, S. Dak. When you're thru a hard morning's drill, 

Clor u water was Little Elk's line, And you get your old mess kit 

Vnd the way he used to dope ,1 ''' m ' (i "V witll old corn "Bill." 

Made il anything but fine. [t (lnvrs awav vo|n . troubles, 

And tlio' you're far across the sea. 

PVT. ALEX J. LENTZ It's the thing that licked the Kaiser 
Walling, rexas. hl om . fight r ,„. Liberty. 

And the Texas plains he "knew; Tho' they call it our iron rations 

Vnd go! on i \ a stew. It's .always with yon when your,- hungry 

And tills your face with smiles. 

Revill °' S - Dak - And on top it would always be, 

Revillo! Revillo! Where have I heard that And I don't see whatever keeps them 

"'""'■'■ From giving Hill a 1). S. C. 

\h, yes! 'twas our old Vnthom that brought 

the town it's fame. Private John Burns 



An Irish Soldier's Dream 



Paddy stood at the gates of Heaven, Now first lie asked for Ins clog tags, 
But only in a dream, And, "Were you deloused today?" 

' . , But the guard found him still in good ordei 

it , is trusty on us s.ioo er, ^ ^ ^ ^^ Company A 

His face with smiles agleam. 

Now Pat had several days fasted, 
As doughboys do on the line, 

With its steps reaching oul into space, "Let's chow, sure it must be time." 

When the guard gave him. "Halt," Paddv 

trembled, ''''"" ^dy gre, weak from hunger, 

And the smiles disappeared from Ins ^Sl-l^lr^Zi '""'' 



But before the call had ended 
"Fall out and rest, there's no gin mills, |>„,„. p a1 | l;l( l fell from the sky. 

And the guard he spoke with authority. "Firs! call! Com,- hoys! Up High! 

And started Pat's record to trace. Private John Wesleij Adams. 






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The Second Platoon 



PVT. GEORGE CANTRELL 

Blueridge, Texas. 
George came from a ridge that was vei 
And while in France was oil many a ste 


,,,,,, 


1>\ "1 

Now 

Hut 


'. WM. SCHIESLER 

South St. Paul. Minn. 
Bill was always S. ( ). 
what the 'ell. Bill, what 


(are ( 


'.en. Del. 


PVT. GROVER CRAWFORD 

Harfield, Arkansas. 
While Grover was over in a place called 
1 1.' let booze alone and never took a cha 




l'V 1 

Now 
Ai 


. CLAUDE \V. MARS 
Eunice, New Mexico. 

id failed to close the bi 


H VLL 

• It; 

■ .-ranks. 

It. 

ui fall . 


■anks. 


('OKI'. DAN G \I.I. AC.HKK 

:t;> Simmons St., Newport, H. I. 
Now Dan was an orator brave and bol 
And many a tale of the war he told; 
The Dutchmen la- would slam and damn. 
\nd for that we named him "ArgontK 


■ Dan." 


l'V'l 


'. AUGUST JOHNSO> 

SI rat lor. 1, Iowa. 
"top" said. " August, y 
,<■ you are full of beer 


Hit. 


PVT. JOHN G. HOLLINGSWORTH 

Newton. Miss. Route No. 1. 




Hut 


VilgUSt said. "It ean'l 
Ay tank Ay sehtay 


he don. 
raight h 


ere !" 


He's om- of two brothers from "wav dowi 
Vnd knows the meaning of that word dr 


i South. 
outhi 


l'V 1 


'. JOHN WESLEY VI 
Elk Creek, California, 


)A.MS 





An' awful tight with his hard earned dough. ,-";"" .,-'>, rt ." j-,,'" tl , ",'t Your ...at 

PVT. DOMINCO M UiLEY 

Blenco Iowa PVT. PATRICK SULLIVAN 

Marlev is from the Ian, I of barlev, isi Franklin St., New York City, N. Y. 

Ami a town in Iowa. Now one da> in the mess line. 
He was one of Inland's own, Pat sneaked ahead of me; 

Hut still he looked like a jav. Uways there for seconds 

A hungry boy was he. 



Second Platoon Continued 



SGT. OLIVER RANDALL SGT. ED. LA DUKE 

BARNARD, X. C. 37 W. 3rd St., New Albany, Ind. 

"Societj Slim" was very well known, Did we know this bird? Well, I say yes; 

Was long and lean and traveled alone; Twas „„ ,,,,,„„( ,,,■ his feet and vou know 

And if you found him on a stew, rest . 

He'd recite the "Shooting of Dan McGrew." 

PVT. KNOCK CHRISTENSON 

SCI'. PHILIP IlECHEL „•.. \v. 66th St., New York City, X. V. 

141 St. Annis Vve., Bronx, N. Y. C, N. Y. 'Twas always gimme, gimme, 

Vt drilling platoons he sure was a bear. win, his hand held our for more; 

there. Would make an angel sore. 

1.1'. PHILANDER M. GIROLAMO P y T . HARRY ALLEN 

1636 Pilgrim Ave., New York Citv, X. V. Kreewater Oreffon 



■ said to get funds fr 
'Was Hi,- toughesl th 



>\V \l!l) SHE \ 
1 Jackson Vve., New York Citv, X. Y. 



\n,l the se 
Until the in 



Who 


could d 


rink more th 


an this l.ii 


d; 


\ml th 


■ things 


he said whei 


i he was s 


tewed, 


Were 
PVT. 1 


realb, i 
H'C.H 1 

ght} hai 


[uite absurd. 

■:. HAGAN 
[owa. Koul 


e No. 3. 

is bum, 

mess time-. 





Second Platoon Continued 



CORP. THOMAS M VXXIXG PVT. .1 VCOB C. HOLLIXGSWOR'I 

Hartsdale, \. V. S'ewton, Miss. Route Vo I 

He used to chew tobacco, N'o mustache adorns his lovely face. 

And he'd spil si any place; Vs he lost it in our mess hall race. 

\iul if you failed to watch your step, 

It would land upon your face. PVT. VXTHOXY HIDUCK 

PVT. WILLIAM WILSON '""' """" alwa . v = I" 1 " 1 " 1 ""'■ 
\ name of fame is Will's las! name. 



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PVT. THOM \S DIM s 
PVT. EDWARD HARRIGAN WO Mill We., Tempe, \. 

1577 Clarkson Ave., Denver, (' rado. When Tommy Inst his old timi 

Would you believe me if 1 was to sa\ He enlisted in the Vrmv's I), 



PVT. GROVEIt C. PLEMIXG PVT. CARL BLOOM 

Bethpage, Tennessee. Ouray! Coiorad. 

\ow Grover is from Tennessee, I arl would lei out a s 

And loved Ins army beans. When in France he\ 

He couldn't do "port anus" so well, But he was smiles froi 

But was hell on digein' latrines. The da\ we sailed a 



Second Platoon Continued 



PVT. OTTO UTT 

Stonington, Colorado 
I'tt was the boy that sure 
And always late when the) 
Never had time for anyth 


could eat, 
blew rel real ; 
ing, 


I'Y 

No 

I 
Foi 


T. WREN H. H1I.1.IA 

Dover, Tenn. Route 

w how in the hell they ni 

s .1 mystery to all of us. 
• Wren is no bird but .1 
ind always kicked up a 


PVT. LEON MOXLEY 

169 Grove St., Gouve 


rneur, N. V. 


PV 


T. CHARLES WINDLI 
103 Devoe St., Brookl 
Voorhi. 


Moxlej was very quiet, 




Chi 


irles he liked the Army, 


Vnd even at the drill call 
You'd always find him . 


nit. 


An 


lut said inspection was a 

ll.iuld he allowed t.) sine. 



ildier absurd, 



PVT. IIAHHY K. WII.BEH ' x '• '" "' vill.tt.ii 

,'i.ii'M.. Montana Ave.. Billings, Montana. Springhrld, Minn. 

White in the daytime and black at night, N '" w ,l,,s D1 8 lll,k ' '' Springfield, 

\s a minstrel man he was sun- a sight; r Was ^ chummy as he could be; 

Then had to stand the officers' gaff. \" cl landed in Germany. 

PVT. MAURICE HOFFMAN' 

PVT. JOSEPH HOLAN 103 Avenue B, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Bricelyn, Minn. Now Maurice had a mighty soft job, 

Now Joe as you well know, He was our captain's striker and' his boots he 

Was a soldier brave and bold; daub; 

Uways grumbled about his chow, His pants he'd press and you know the rest. 

And never done what he was told. lh\\ fall oul then and take a rest. 



Second Platoon Continued Fvfrp^ 

PVT. ELVA MASON Ko |>] • grace the names that follow, 

Mason never was ;i rum soak, 






il [RE , N'«ss Mi 



'VT. GEORGE MANSOX .,..,. ','■ " . j" 1 ' ',.?.. W ?'', ','.!. ' Sl ',' • .,." 1!'' "J."'..' ..';, 



341 Easl 39th St.. New York City, N. V. Tlle l)0 .. , 

PVT. III'. 






'VT. FRED WRIGHT II,, 



PVT. II AKOl.l) WOH'I 

East Lynne, Connc 

Now here is a man from 

lYrh:t].s'hr\ a hero, or p 
Hut on.- thine sure he eo 



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AliADE IX SABLE, FRANCE 



The Parade 



Listed Wrong 



In Sable 01 
We had 



We marched along the cobblestones. 

Up to the great Church door, 
Our bands were plaving sacred tunes, 

Slow march, one, two, three, four. 

II,. v lined ii- up for half a mile, 
Two lines to guard their street. 

And then the Frogs march l.v and sn 
As the Yankee boys they meet. 

The great procession marches In. 

And church hymns now are played 
While won on guard and wonder wl 

Their priest was sn ,1. laved. 

At last thev did get started, 
Hut it took the whole half day. 

Good ..Id Frogs with smiles departed 
As we played Mars, ill. s. Yankee w 



Private John Wesleu Ada 



Nor quit his old-time friend to tag, 

At some more influential heel. 
The yellowest cur I ever knew, 

Was, to the ho\ who loved him, true. 
I've never known a dog to fake 

Affection for a present gain; 
A fake display of love to make, 

Some little favor to attain. 

Who seemed to be what he was not. 
Bui I've I wn a dog to fighl 

With all his strength to shield Ins friend; 
And whether wrong or whether right. 

To sti.k with him unto tl„- ,,„]. 
No dog, however mean or rude, 

Is guilty of ingratitude. 
The dog ,s listed with the dumb. 

No voice has he to speak his creed; 

B\ faithful conduct and bv deed. 
He shows, as seldom mortals do, 
Thai high ideal of being true. 



George Manson's Billet 



Now in a place named Pointlaville, 


Then the p< 


Which was a quaint little town, 


And Will 


Was Located George Manson's billet, 


Then the fir 


A place (if great renown. 


in a sti 


There was fun galore mi the billet floor, 


Yes. ever 


With Mans,,,, in tin- lead, 


They sang a 


While Wilber mixed his famous punch, 




Whirl, gave them all tin ir speed. 
That eventful night we'll not forget, 


Until it « 
And most oi 


As all of the squad were there, 
Thev were singing, "We Ain't Got Wearv 
Yet," 


Oh! Boa 
Nine o'clock 


And. "This Life, II Sure Is a Bear." 
Prezziozi, our Grand Opera Gazuf, 
Assisted by Dines, Adams and Roat, 


When in ua 

"Now, wl 

To Demaric 

"(In. get 

And I'll soo 

And deal 

Now from e 


Started in to singing Miller's "Sweetheart" 
Which almost got our goats. 


Thm the door would softlv open, 
And much to their surprise; 


Would be standing "Buck Private" 
McCollum, 


Manson a 


With a "Gimme a Drink Look" in his 


To char 



Corporal Manson for me. 
n find out why there was win 
i up this mystery." 
arly morn till late at night, 

Company's new latrenes, 

up the mystery. 

"Buck Private" McCollui 



The Non-Comms Bal 



"['was held in the Cafe Des Amis. They brought some numbers that were 

It I remember right, hummers, 

And th.n- .-ill the non-coms gathered, And the crowd they sure did please, 

In spite of the snowy night. So the wine was passed which they drank 

very fast, 
But the minstrelites thev done "At 



Then the minstrelites un-camaflouged, 

And soon they too were feeling fine, 
As Hi. wine was flowing strong. 



There urn 


V. 


VI. 


C 


. A. 


girls froi 


every w 


her 










In charge 


of 


M 




Cot 


trell, 


Some were 


kitt 


eni 


sh 


oth 


ers quiet. 


And som< 


«, 


:re 


fu 


11 of 


hell. 


The regime] 






■ch 


estr 


a, 


Was in ii 


> 1 


iro 




' I' 1 




And when t 


he 




L-C 


oms 


swung t 


ladies, 












They cerl 
Then from 


the 


iy 


II, 




of the ni| 


rhere ca 


me 


an 


:n 


d'ul 


screetch. 


And the mil 


istr 


rill 


:es 


arr 


ived in in 


Their son 


gs 


an< 




okes 


. to teach 



Tliei 

Ai 



ie lights were turned out, all except one, 
And the first thing we knew the '•(..•and 
March" was on. 



Klon-Comms Ball Continued 



Bugle Cal 






As thev marched around in circles, 
In the .lark without a light. 

The tables they were groaning, 

From the mass of food placed there, A bugle blows for recall. 

An' you could hear the corks a-popping, \ n ,| ; , bugle blows for chow 

Then one brave Looey stood aloof, And. "Com,- to quarters now." 

And started to recite, 

A story of the Arctic needs. The bugle Mows for pay-dav, 

And the lure of the Northern Light. At retreat there's always' two 

Then in the midst of their jamboree, A bugle blows for guard mount, 

Along about five in the morn. And. "Sound Off" at review. 
They all were started homeward. 

By a bugler's noisy horn. When taps are blown you go to bed. 

Now some wonderful tales will be told. A " lla - V ■ VOU ll;1V *' 1 "' , ' n braVe ' 

Of our non-coms' ball "Over There," l!llt should you die before you wake. 

And well remember it all our lives, They'll even blow "taps'' o'er your 

For as a "Ball," it "Sure was a Bear." srave . 

"Buck Private" McCollum. Private John Wesley Adams. 



Halt! Who's There? 



The ran, came down in a sheet, Right on him I will pounce. 

I found me a cozv corner I'll give him., "Halt! Who's there. Stand 



Hut never intended to sleep. still 

Now , 
In spite lit' my good intentions, 

I dozed off into space 
And dreamed I was wearing mi civies, When vou're standin 

Way bark in my old horn, place. And" the s ,1 






Cooties 



[ awoke with a sigh, and was startled. Ain't it Hell?- well. I'll sav so! 

As I tried to stand on my feet, |„ the lines the bovs were diggin' 

I'd forgot where I'd plan, I my rifle, With their shovels to get in ; 

When I took my cozy seat. While the "Cootie" rigged his digger 

With Iiis rig for digging in. 

Now the captain stands before me, Al the Front tin Major, had 'em 

He was officer of the day, Every Captain raised his share; 

Gee whiz! how ho bawled mo for sleeping, But there sure was 11,11 a-poppin 1 

I'll never forget the day. When a "Buck" had one to spare 

\o» even nation has them. 

My name an, I post number h, wanted, The greal ones ami the small; 

Ami General Orders loo. Hut for "rain," and "Naughtv" cooties. 

By the counts he gave me the manual, Rainv France, she leads them all. 

In the morning at half past two. Private John Wesley Mams. 




LOST BATTALION" PLAYEES 



Our Show Bunk* 



You'll have to hurry, hurry, hurry. Then i :s the Georgia Minst 

To see the sights within; ' > s another terrible hoax. 

As the curtain started raisin-. For the f " rl . v some " (!l1 memb< 



Speiler Holcomb would begin. 



Arc but Wilber and Mac 



a iio\. 



See Jack in the Box the human worm. ],, ., 

Crawl thru the eye of a needle, And (,, 

And hear our officers' quartet Alul 
Sing hi-diddle de-diddle de-beedle. 



You're Still an Old Sweet] 
Is sunn' in sweet refrain. 
By our famous Bunkem Qi 



The show is on .and in steps Gephard, 

Who's doing an act in "Dutch". That 

And you laugh and roar at gags galore. 
That are pulled with the aid of a crutch 

Then comes a -rami assembly, 
For the show is nearly o'er, 
Sweetheart, Sweetheart, Sweetheart, A,l(1 as they sing "Goodnight Y, 



Is the song that you are 



And Private Mi 



igmg. 



kies", 
All the patrons leave by the door 



In a way that's quite endearing. "Buck Private" McColh 



Extras 



I- or they were hiding m some quiet ho 

PVT. LESTER WEIL PVT. JOS 

134 Dorchester Rd., Buffalo, X. V. 14 M 

l''irst Class Private was Lester's rank. 
And about liis rifle lie sure was a crank. 



CORP. THEO. MEYERS 

Central Islip, L. I., 

lie twists and squirms like 

When he tries to loop II, 
Hut the best he don,-, and 

Was to crawl thru a JO 

PVT. JOSEPH H00KE1 

Coopertown, ( Ikla. 
I le never had ambition to < 
Ami sold him ammunition 
of 1 ze. 

PVT. KM II. STYAERT 
11 UNt St., Argentin 

Belgium ' Belgium ' was his 

That's the place for which 



\ou joe win 
Bu1 none of 



d kill 


■d a l„ 


. LAP 


A YET 


Glen 


wood, .- 


yetto 


from \ 


some 


soldier 



•VT. JOSEPH BUY \\ I .. . . . ... .,' 

Oyster Bay, L. I., X. Y. "'" • " seen ranee, 

le was for grape juice most the time. s " >"' wil1 S ladl J ,r " >'"" when ne f i ' ,-ts 
mil never saved a single dime. chance. 



Extras 



PVT. RAY T. MURPHY 

Vshland, Oregon. 
Vow Rav is one of those 



PVT. GEXIXO \BBOTT 

[59 L.-ihi-i -ii.-i- St.. Lawrence, " 
S'ow Vbbott was our pastrj cook, 

liul nearlj billed our gallant bovs, 

With the biscuits that he'd make. 

PVT. HERBERT I I 1/1' VTRICK 

Scotville, X. Y. Box us. 



Ill' Kol'.l'.lfT MAY 



'VT. P \S(M M.I.K I. A HI. VXC 
30 Hamilton Square, N. Y. ('.. 






'VT. S VIA \ 1 >< » ] i 1 ; C VRDILLE 

3 Mulbern St., Xew Vork Citv, V V 



PVT. Willi \M C. SMITH 

166 W. 107th St., Xew York City. V > . 
\ bass solo Bill would sing, 
U>out the seas and the deep: 



Extras 



hat follow, 
quiet hollow. 



PVT. WILLIAM SHERMAJ 

Tst Dawson St., New Y< 

Sherman said that "war was 

But ask our Sherman now. 

Vnd this is what he'll tell vi 

"That word hell falls short 



1>VT. WILLIE LINDS \v 








Cuthbert, 


Ga 










Xow Willi,- was 


a 


soldier, 








From 'waj di 


iwn 


Sunm S' 


>ut 


h; 




t le u^tci to (Mis- 


; th 


e raiii in 


Fi 


•aim 




Vnd |ira\ for 


an 


old-time < 


Iro 


nth. 




SGT. ALBERT 


1 ( 


iRD 








Boone, Io 


W.I. 










\\ Left the old 


hoi 


ne and in 


otl 


kt. 




And kissed th 


e fi 


rni mule 


n>» 


nlliy 


,.. 


\nd now he mo 


pes 


around ' 


'Ri 


Mll\ 


F 


And often wo 


nd.- 


rs why. 









COUP. FRED STEIXBRl XXKIt 

500 W. U-'d St., XY» Vork City, t 
To the Personnel Department in France 

si-nt. 
And that's when- most of his time was 
A hundred mistakes he made every da 
But he never gave even a rumor away. 



CHAPLAIN JOHN' R. WILLIAMS 

Martin, Georgia. 
On Sunday morn he would require. 
Our presence in his goodly choir, 

\ml there we sat and listened well, 
To the Christian stories he would tell. 

PVT. OBERT G \RNKS 

Mabel, Minn. R. F. I). No. 1. 

Where the wolves howl out ill the lonely night, 
And the stars shin,- bright thru the rain; 

There lives Obert, that hoy of might, 
Who crabbed till he gave us a pain. 

PVT. RICHARD PENNOYER 

44S E. tsth St., New York City, X. V. 
From the city of a million wonders. 

He joined us without a wail, 
For he landed in a job very soft, 

Where he could manage to stay out of jail. 

PVT. CHARLES OLSEN 

7:S7 L\l St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
Now Charlie lives in Brooklyn, 

A town far from the West, 
lie doesn't care tor French drinks. 

For he likes root beer the best. 



Embarking 



An April i. 

Along about 

We were all an 

dreams, 

Bv the bugh 



I ..til we thol we'< 

isant lint finally we reach 

Where thev hoistec 






We loaded witli packs still i 

Our rifles in one hand; 
And Hi, ticket system thai aw. 
And there we stood with packs on backs, Was absolutely -rand. 

Till we tin. I we'd all drop dead. 

Al lasl we landed in our bunks, 

lint finally we started hiking Bv then il was ten in the moi 

Along that long and dusty trail, Vnd then we laid dead to the , 

Along towards n we arrived in Brest, Wishing we had never been 1 

From where our ship would sail. 

No regrets we left behind us, 



d nothing on us I ran tell 



'' '"" I The good old I . S. A. 

a hell. "Bud, Private" McColh 



Manning's Eating Squad 



They are full of life ai 


nl ginge] 




And they're always 


on the ji 


ih. 


\VI,v they never miss 1 


he mess 


line 


With their weak an< 


1 hungry 


sol,. 


For blocks you can hi 


:ar thnn 


coming 


As they plod up th 


e kitchen 


i street : 


With Corp. Manning 


yelling, 




"Hey! When in th. 


; Hi ii do 


we i at 


Tlu-u you'll see some i 


,-erv fast 


walkiu: 


As First Class Priv 


ate' Utt, 




Starts double-timing t 


o the kit 


(•hi ii 


To fill up his empty 


gut. 




While all the boys are 


rati,,!.. 




And kicking about t 


he stew; 




The cunks are snappei 


1 to attei 


ition 


And they serve "ou 


r Adams 


" too. 



Hut when the "seconds" fall in lim 

You can tell where they are going 
As they're always led by Burns. 



And while vou're I. 
Pvt. Lind will st 



And yells, "Fall in for thirds;" 
Fall m on him in herds. 



But no matter how well vou feed thnn. 
Even to pie, chicken and meat; 

And the K. P.'s think they're thru; Yelling "Hey! When in the Hell do 

In shambles that greaseball Miller eat." 

For his share of slum-gullion stew. Private Join, Bui 



TKots 



Those Thots! Those Thots ! thai come... I can see him plain' as can be; 

To blind forever those memories \ layin' 'Out There" a crumpled heap, 

To live once more as I did befon I can hear the "big uns" screech an 

In peace and quiet and rest, scream, 

And to just forget for a little while, As they go flying o'er mv head, 

That it took from my life th« best. An' they seem to say both night and day, 

Remember, the dead- the dead! 
At night, when all is quiet, 

^ And I'm lying alone in bed, An' sometimes I think as I sit here alone, 

There comes like a vision a motion picture, That perhaps it might've been lust 

Of battlefields and the dead! the dead! 1 1 I too, had paid that great price- 

And wer, out there now with tin rest. 

Will I never forget that 11,11 "Over 

There" Oh ! those Thots ! those Thots ! those cursed 

And the tales the battlefields tell; Thots! 

Of the price "Mv Buddies" paid with their Tllal come hoth ni gh< and dav; 

all; Oh! Dear God be merciful! 

Oh' I tell you it's Hell, just downright And l:lLr ll "" 1 forever .» n 

Hell! "Buck Private" McCollum. 




MEMBERS OF THE LOST BATTALION" 



The Fight of the Lost Battal 



ion 



Hack of Florent, in the Argonne Forest, To an open space in the road we can* 

Were gathered a handful of men, And God! what a sight we did sec 

Waiting the word to "go in" again, The whole skyline it was aflame 

But to conn- out — God alone knew when. With our barrage for Democracy. 

East met west in those few short hours. "Sh-h! Hush! Make no noise, 

And were drawn together as one; As we're going in real soon.'' 

As brother to hrother. and man to man. And you could almost hear the heartbej 

They met to suppress the Hun. As' wi crept in platoon by platoon. 

S we were in our places 

And then we started waiting, waiting ■■ 
waiting 
My God! but it was cold waiting Hi. 

At eleven P. M. on that eventful nigh 
Our barrage opened up with a Han. 

And the earth it trend, led and shook as 



As they looked in each 

What they saw the 


others' 
re mad, 


wav. 




As each was hastily scr 
A note, to some love( 


1 ,„„■ fa: 


I'm- each of them wer 


r thinki 


For on the morrow tl 


.. yd g. 



th 



As we waited in the cold "U 



The air and trees were full of sounds 

As we started in that night, God! how the minutes dragged; 

And you could hear the thud. thud, thud of Vou'd think eacl ■ was a d:n 

feet „n the ground: As we laid there waiting in the co 

As w, went marching towards the fight. For "zero" hour and the break ,, 



The Fight of the Lost Battalion Continued 



Finally rh 


e-thirtj 


. tl 


c "zero" h 


>ur 


■ami ; 


And the 


word fl 




>assed (low 


l tilt 


line; 


Go "Over 


the T( 


1>" 


boys, and 


'Pla 


y the 


Game 












Ami br< 


ik then 


da 


nn "Kreml 


ilde 


line." 


A million 


thoug 


its 


Hash thrc 


ugh 


your 



Oi 



"Over the Top" my boys, 
nights bring realization ; 



What did we fi 
In that ban- 
Land ?" 
An ocean of barbed 
fog, 
Placed th.n- In- tl 



hen Hi 

aste c; 



"On Top' 
No Man' 



lllg W( 



All da 

By night we'd 
Then we dug in, 

By mom. wi 
drenched. 



The men wire gaunt with hunger. 
For what food we had was gone 

But there was the Boche ahead o 
So we had to push on. and on, 

Were you ever out in the Battlefieh 
With the dead just stacked all 

With the earth in a tremble from 
and fright. 
Of the blood on its sacred groun 



Wi 



e comr 

id the 
pain, 
with 
heart, 



on loved 



as Wai 

till QUI 



was spent. 
Midst sights too terribl 
And by the time we land 
night. 
I can tell vou. we'd all 



The Fight of the Lost Battalion Continued 



Exhausted fr 


om fighting 


and ( 


lead for 


sleep, 








Were we, i 


is we dug ir 


thai 


night, 


And .is we h 


n,l there in 


the 


cold and t 


We wondei 


•ed, if war , 


•ver 


was right. 



At the break of dawn when w, lool 
around. 

We knew we were in a tight place; 
For the Boche thev had surrounded us. 

Hut we met him face to face. 



We went at the food like a pack of wolves 
That had starved the whole winter thru. 
And between the munching of bites you'd 
hear, 
Mumbled prayers of thanks to our com- 
rades so true. 



I he forest was thick as some African glad, 
And with hands and faces had torn 

We looked like phantoms from out o' hell 
And Iron, war's delusions were shorn. 



In mud clear up to our knees; ' '"' horror and lull 

Sle, pless, hungry, and dying from thirst 
Amid those splintered Argonne trees. 



afore nighl ; 
Seemed to matter as n, 



With all hopes -o,„ and our hearts in 

d, span-. But on and on w< carried the fight, 

A whisper came down the line; And crushed tin- best that he had, 

Thai at last the longed for relief had We gained our objectiv, but were agai 

And God knows, it came jus! in time. By thru we were mad, fighting mad. 



Tke Fight of the Lost Battalion'' Continued 

On the .side of a cliff two hundred feet high, Death stalked thru our ranks, took ten-fold 

We dug in like so manv moles, her toll 

Of our buddies, your brothers and sons; 
But before they wont, tho their strength 



And death was the penalty that you paid, 

Should von stick your head from those 



II of the Hm 



Did you ever lay out in the cold all night Relief came at last as it always does. 

When the frost iust en ens thru the When you're backed by God-fearin' 



-round: 



But we were so weak and so many were 



gone, 

With an empty gut and a parched tongue, That not hing mattered a damn by the 

In a place not fit for a hound? 

We stumbled out as in a daze. 

If vou have perhaps vou can sense '" n)oc '- shelter and rest. 

.'.,. . . . .. . , .. And proved to ourselves and the world . 

Of the things I m a-trvm to tell. ,' 

large, 
And why every man who came out alive, T||;lt Americans had proved u|1 t( , th( . 

Could say that he'd lived thru Hell. test. 

... , .. ,, , . , ,. , , .. Now a million questions vou will ask us 

F.ghtmg all day. holing out by pure gr.t, Almut fchat t ; i . Hl)1( . wa - r> 

An fighting at night by the Hare; ()ar answer ?— Well, our Company went I 

Oh ! the suffering we liore can never he told. two-fifty strong; 

Of those six days and nights spent there. And came out with hut forty and four. 



My Pe 



Of three Pals of mine I would tell, Last. I.ul nol Last, comes Mark.'' that b< 

And how they helped me live thru Hell. Who was my one comforl and , t. rnal ji 

First, there's "Billy," my old gas mask. , Only a "tin" derby" he's often been calk 






Was up in the "Argonne" late in Septem- And as ., s,, ■ \ not hi 

'"•'■• ['ve used him to pound those queer 

The alarm had been sounded and brought po i eSj 

••' cold chill, And for protection in manv shell hole 

But with "Billy" there, it changed to a 

thrill. ' Batt« red and scarred, shell torn and 

Bui grabbed'and mil on rav "Billv" 



1 recognition was he, 
ig the "Bodies" shrapne 
Had bei n Ins real specialty. 



Since then he's my Pal, first and last. He nestled close to i.n kink} head, 

Second, is "Jim," mv old "diggin'-in" tool, A '" 1 k ' I' 1 "" l '"'" numbering amongst 
And he was more than a Pal, except to a dead. 

He'd help me dig in both night and day. "' " ,s """''' '" "" "'■"' s """' Kin S' s 



And made me Wi 



>wn qi 



We dug thru rock and sometimes ground Just remember that they are a part of m\ 

Then slept the sleep of a dog-tired hound, crowd, 

And thru any battle of raging lull. An' mm they are takin' a well-earned res! 

He was mv Pal, and served me well. In the corner of the mom that I love hist 







7\- 











THE THIRD PLATOON 



The Third PI 



atoon 



PVT. W'll.I.I \.M E. BALDWIN PVT. CLARKE WILSON 

Mountain Air, \. M. Barnville, Ga. 

I don't know much about this bov, 1 ' One day on a hike 

But if he c-v,r marries I wish him "joy. Clarke fell oul to rest. 

PVT. LEE C. McCOLLUM 

1009 1st We. V W., Seattle, Wash. 
Now I'l le of the "Bucks" 



"Give il a look.' 
PVT. .JOHN COL 



Was ever made K. P. 
He couldn't even stir the 

And alwavs spoiled tin 



So you know the rest. 

I'\ I I ESLIE 11. McBRIDI 
Shipley, Iowa 



He got him on the line. PVT. BERT C. Mel in 

But when the doctor t 5 a peep Dover, Idaho. 

He gave that cootie double time. Now Bert McCm was II 



Wi 



PVT. .lol IN HUBMEIER 

IVi Stanhope St., Brooklvn, N. Y. 
Willi in.-idaiiies John would sit and talk, 
PVT. REYNOLD HEUBNER Vnd later on would go for a walk. 

514 Rustin Vve., Sioux Citv, Iowa. 
I'd often com,- in for mv chow, PVT. HELMER C. OLSEN 

Vnd lo! and beh ' I'd see, -'sod \V. 3rd St., Duluth, Minn. 



The Third Platoon Continued 



I I JOHN B. HESS PVT. .1 VCKIE I) Mil. 

849 Lakeside Place, Chicago, III. s -'i E. Mil, St., Calm, ,1ms, X, 



He was an officer of tl 



SGT. HERJi \N BERGASSE 

131 E. 83d St.. New York City, N*. Y, 



Street 


commis 


sioner, water < 


■ommissioi 


A IK 

\ml 1 
I'll.-, 


;"':': 1 


nil o'f misery^ 




You 


"failed 


l W Ao%Z he's 




He'd 


:,";;;„;,: 


up again-sl 11 


rarest. 


PVT. 


THOS. 


PERRY 





kir I);,:, 



•VT. GEORGE GKAKIN 

Greenfield, Tenn. 
hose formations George would always duck, 



He would surely head the line. 

PVT. ELLIS WELCH 

Saskawa, Okla., Box 63. 
\i walking the posl \V, Ish was a bear, 

PVT. LOUIS 1IYM \V 

.517 Saratoga \w.. X. V. (.'., X. Y. 



Hell-man 
cuss our Jews. 



The Third Platoon — Continued 



•VT. WILLIAM McEWAN I'VT. OLLIE WOLFENBI lii 

,,.'!! °, ee '. """j '"" ' "','.'' Ollii- lik.-i! hi- \ in i-diiuv .ind nil 



i'\ i wu.i.i \i;i) ii \\\ \ 



N'evi 


r lill.-i 


1 up 


as 1 couli 






Grew 


to bi 


t lii 


n as a Ion. 






An.l 


"Whei 


i (In 


we eat" » 




hi 


l'\ 1 


10 Ci 


:i."i 


HI SHI \ 
St., Middle 


\ 




At 1 


■eveille 


on 


rainy nun 


n 




Hen 


tried 


tO s 


teal our In 


igl 


er 


He \ 


TJ Z 


r 


:i thief am 






PVT 


. ORE 
Wins 


\ T E 




. STOV \l. 
Georgia. 


' 




Now 

II, 


ii' lin 
•Ml sun 


• be 


beef will 
one some 


(1. 


ik ( 


For 


he was 


the 


(irsl one ii 






Ai 


id the 


las! 


to gel awi 


•y. 





\ l GIM)\ lii Ii. MITCHELL 

v.n-i,;^,;:!!;.-'.'.';^'',^'^^'' 1 ' 

\ ,,, i..;„.i ..!■ .. ...... i l.l i-.. 



I'\ I. B VILEY I). TUCKEH 

India Mountain, Tenn. 
Now t'ncle Sal \ si le da 



['VT. Ii VRR'i SADO 

iTfi Prospect Vve., Bronx, \. V. ('.. X. V. 
\,u Vork's own is proud to claim 



Our Team 



I'm just an ordinary fan "Lets go Bergasse" holds first 

And can't account for much. With Hope on the shortstop 



Girolamo smiles as he takes his pi 
And "Our Umpire" calls the tim 



lint I'm tor writing history 
With a true ami honest touch. 

But a word is due about "Our Team" 

And their playing I would say, 
Also about "Our Captain" 

An' the name he lost one day. 

I'd heard about their playing 

They said it wasn't slow; 
For the actors introduced it 

In the progress of a show. 

Now I'd like to know how any tan 

Could have the nerve to say, 
That Lt. Griffin couldn't see the hall. 

An' gave the game away. Now Morgan twirls his body 

On the truest corkscrew plan; 
The sere. Hess said, was lour to two. A , |( , d ., ] itt |,. msh( , ()t 



There in the box st 


inds M 


•rgan 


He was there to 


win, n< 


bluff; 


Its his kind, put 'e 


n over, 




Strike em out. i 


o walk 


if stuff. 


!!,■ saw the Captai 


,'s "Pi 


y Day smil 


And the "You k 


low m, 


" in his eye 


He then resolved, 


I'll st 


■ike him out 


I'll do ,1. yes. ,,. 


die. 





That cuts the corner of th 



And one inning 
Which proved that our team's twirl. 

Had things eon,,,.- all his way. — Private John Wesley Adams. 



Our Team Continued Let's Go ' 

The skipper thot the first one pitched 'Twas L'ncle Sammy's doughboys 

Would surely be a ball, That put the Kibosh on the Hun; 

But swung with all his might and main, N'"« we're waiting for "That Transport' 
To split the air was all. 

He swung again as Captains do, 

An' missed the next by a mile; 
And as lir glared at us "Bleacherites" 

Morgan grinned and hid a smile. 

With the "I'll hit it now or die" look, 

He took .a long tuck .at his pants; 
And if he'd hit the next one pitched, 
He'd have knocked it clear out of 
France. 

Now they say: "Peace Terms" will be 
signed, 
Between now and two thousand and one 
Hut "That Game," "Our Captain" will 
always protest, 
For by the I. D. If. he had won ' 

—Private Join, Wesley Adams 





A. 


id Wl 


'11 tak 


e her on the run. 




() 


.In 
W 


vhy d 
the U 


id'us 
. S. A 


wail Mr. Baker? 

a ship,,,- a raft; 
and our freedom, 
in y old craft. 




A 
B 


t fi 
Ai 

Ui 


id tin 


[.* 


■ going home Chris 
New V.ar's Day; 
fifteenth of April, 
hange it to May. 


tin; 


N 

"1 


Is 

A. 


Gin, 

'sget 
id yo< 


•nil P< 
m! one 
when 
i bet, 


Tshing's motto 

■ we're going today 
we're ready to go. 


,„ 


T 


lie 


Statu 


e nt 1 


.ibertv beckons 






T« 


i her 


soldie 


rs across the sea: 




"I 


Bi 


ick In 


!" and 
—Pr 


, the land of the fr 

ivate John Wesley 


Id 




THE FOURTH PLATOON 



The Fourth Platoon 



,EY [Jut after Sunda\ school was o'er 

Watertown, \. V. , He'd fill up on liquid joy. 

!' ' ' PVT. VXTOX I. VISE 

'"' , 1 ' 1 ''. ,. . 159 W. ir.lli fit, X. Y. ( , X. "J 



SGT. HIAUY K WHY \ 

.'in E 86th St., \ > 1 


Vet he 

1 V, , | 


it make hi 


< girl i 


Henrv knew his 1. D. tt. 

Vs well as vou an' me, 
But when it ci to the manual of arm 

Poor Henry was entirely at sea. 


PVT. .1 
I've I 


OSEPH ( 

SI W. 1 II 
ice they mi 


I'TOOl 

th St., : 

Irivcl V 


LIEUT. aOBERl V. HOPE 

s.'ii Holland Vvc, Wilkin burg, P 


Vnd as 


sigh and > 


!igh°an< 



Down on the farm Ji >s loves to roam 

Amid the cows and chickens, 

But thirty dollar, every "Whatsa' da mat - ," is all he'd ■ 

I roi - Uncle Sam was pickings. "Xotten' hut a da 'Bulli Beef 

SGT. HERMAN L. MI-'.YKi: pvt. NUKE J. PAWLISH 

Luverne, towa. Bristol, Colo. Route N'o. 

Herman always look ,,, Sunda\ scl I. \„ke McGlukc was the Bristol 

He sure was a wonderf y, But as a soldier an awful Kink, 



The Fourth Platoon Continued 



PVT. PATRICK LYONS Tom is going hack hi llir lurin, 

59 Jaraleman St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Amongst the cows and chickens. 

When everything was going well, Far away from care and harm. 
And we were raising merrv Hell, 

Along come Paddj Ringing that song, PVT. GERMANY W. HOLLOWAY 

"We're going home before very long." Ivirlsborn, (Ikla.. Koute No. .( 

PVT. W VLTKR LESTER Vnd he's sure some onery cuss; 

Tecumseh, Okla., Route No. 1 He drinks his vin rouge very strong, 

No chance on earth is there to sleep Vnd a1 night always raises a fuss 

When I.es lakes off his shoes. 

So for our gas masks we would creep, 1>N '• • l<)llN „ "• l)hM 

Then go oidside to snooze. ''[' Miillu-rry St., 

PVT. JOHN COOK Carried our CaptainV 

77 Allen St., WestSeld, Mass. Which consisted ol a s 

When John's again in civics Till poor Jack, he nei 

i-,.,.'i„.v SU ,",,,'\,,"ol,m,'.V ,, PVT. FRITZ BREDII 



PVT. JOHN KILLEEN 

.'17 S. Hamilton St.. W: 
John never used to shine his si 



PVT THOS. S. TIKI 

llokes Bluff, Al 

Now that the war is o 



Y. ('. 



1NRY RHEINI 
Vdams St., Buffi 



The Fourth Platoon Continued 



PVT. HENRY WEISS 

133 St. James Place, Buffi 
We heard him talking in his sln-| 

About his girlie dear, 
Vnd to the- bunch II was a treat 

As Hen' was full of beer 
PVT. JOSEPH KIM 

from his bunk to the deck he- mi 
\,„1 heaved up the last of his V 
PVT. HENRY S. TAYLOR 



Ai 


id then he'd i 


isl, for pie. 


V'J 


'. S Wit 11 
Mansfield, ' 
left his girl 


J. SANDF 
r.im.. Rou 
in Mansfii 





He 


was nev 


er in 


ide 


rstood. 




|. 


VI' 


\NI>R 


E W 


II. 


JACK: 


30N 






Oeritma 


n. A 


rk 


Route 


No. 


'' 


"it 


like old ' 


'Stor 


he 


all" Jai 
South, 


"' 


B 


nt i 
At 


mr Amlv 
drowninj 




2 


rker, 


Ih. 



•VT. PATRICK GAELAGER 

83 3rd St., Brooklyn, \. Y. 
\o matter how tough the hike, 



While we crossed the deep blue sea. AI ruining your dollies gain 

PVT. FRANK PIETERSACK PVT. MAX ADELL 

Argvle, Minn.. Route No. I 228 Division St., N. Y. 

Sou Frank was some fine soldier. Short and petite and verv sw 

The same as you and me, Vs a Looey's striker he »■<- 

But when il rami- to women. I'ntil our da'\ when ducking 

He was different there, bv Gee! He fell in the street and got < 



; 


^^^ 


: ; 


• ftiPife4»fi a 


TZ^KZXZ L 


— — J^T" ■.'-_ 






1 '^xj\ 


; - t' 


■ 1 ' i «H H 


f^Uwm! 1 ' 


•jHHSNSA^n 


rHLi/^tAjrH^A 



Extras 



CORP. VLFRED N VUHEIM If tlu-\ donM take II 

879 Elsmere Place, N'ew York Citv, \. V. Out'of this first nl 

A lady's man he was for fair, , ■< 



For he was one of our happy crowd. 
CORP. VLBERT WAI.IU RG 

I l:ll Brvane Vve., Bronx, \. Y. C, \. V. 



OR P. JOSEPH GREEXBURG 

23G K. 13th St., N'ew York City, V Y. 
Vobby" we called him, 'twas a lull of a nai 



\. Y. 



CORP. IS XIX * 1 : 



CORP. I'll VXK G VMBEDELL \ 

.':!-' Van Brunt Street, Brooklyn, \. Y. 
One day on a pass he stole away, 
To spend his hard earned dough. 

That of I self he made a jay, 

I guess by now you know. 
SGT. HER.M \\ VNDERSON 

il 60th St., Brooklyn, \. V. Care X. 

He was our company pinochle shark, 
And sur.-ly knew the game. 

I.T. I). (). MORG VN Sow Steye would ru 

Seni i a, S. C. .lust to wash his o 

In Bannef one daj while drilling. He'd scrub and rub 

lb- said, "I'll "ii crazy miiiii. For it sun- was a 



\X MORI UK 
ii Bristol St., Brooklyn, V Y. 



■I'm, Sorr\ I),- 



Ext 



ras 

PVT. MURRAY ROSEXBURG PVT. CLARENCE K 

1033 Hoe Ave., X. Y. C, X. V. Whiteboro, X. V 

As assistant corpora] of our louziest squad, fifteen dollars every n 

He won .. P. I). G. for packing a hod. Is the money thai he 

CORP. FRANK GARTIESIER \n<l likr , s. rhewo 

196 Nassau Ave. Brooklyn, X. Y. I '"" • 

Frankie was in our minstrel show, pyT. WAYNE MAR' 

But not there l>v hi-, choice, Warba Minn 

\s the biggest part of Frankie's act Xow comes \v,, w „. ,,,, 

Was oilin' up his voice. r,,|i n f i, n || .-,,,, i .,i s ,, 



CORP. DANIEL DRISCOL 



Cnl.-ss li.-M too much \kt-c 



\h 



As 



CORP. GEORGE KEILBACH PVT. CHARLES ANACHEB 

109 Ouderdonk Ave., Brooklyn. X. V. 1316 3rd Vve., New York CiU 

t'ntil the day we started home, The number of his litV raft 

George was always broke. Charles he never knew. 

For he was our of New York's own, But one thing he knew for certain 

And this is not a joke. Was where we got our stew. 



And, 


of l 


■ours, 




cnew 


hi 


IW 


PVT. . 


IH.'I 


SPH 

Elm 


Ai 


IRD 


AI 


il A 
iokl 


King i 


if tl 


ie crs 


P 


shoo 






He cot 


ild n 


lake i 


,r!ii 


■11 c-( 


mi 




go 















Xew York 

C. pills. 



Extras Continued 



PVT. PAUL THORNTON S'ever missed a single pass, 

L48 1 ! Edgewater Road, Bronx, N. Y. C, We'll have to admit he was i 

X. Y. class. 

Always laying 'round in bed SALVADORE I USC( 

.Inst like some louse, about ball dead ; 

On time for mess rail and late for retreat, 

Tins unhuman creature was hard to beat. 

CORP. JOSEPH W VGNER Vnd^when"he'cl' shak'e"with"a 

30 Darnell St., Corona, X. Y. We knew he needed nun. 

At "takin' the air" he was s hear, 

And it was an education to bear him swear. 

PVT. JOSEPH rs vc 

190 Morgan Ave., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
ll.uk in the wilds of Br tlvn, 



OXTIX W/i 



I'YT. I'H \\K II. W \I.IAC 



PVT. KOY \V. .1(1 
1 106 \V. -'ml 


Xow Jonesv loved 
Thai in France 


He also loved the 


PVT. C 1 1 UII.KS 

585 Marcy 
Gottheim was a sp 
And claimed to 



Extras Continued OK BoV ' 

Ohen you're again in your civies, 
es Moines, la. A|1(] s t ro lling Jown the street, 

| t ,', ,.1,1,. Nn (lniilit a former officer, 

irs. Von will surely meet. 



Thru X 

As a 


ou'\ 


ea 


Onlv t 
It's 


n fii 
the 


id a 
orm 


Then 

Wa 


7Z 


ck 1 


And y'< 

Thai 




lasl 



PVT. JOSEPH BOHEXKAMP 

Remsen, Iowa. 
His nun,- was Joseph Bohenkamp, 

The boy fr towa. 

But when ever details were ar 1, So you'll bring your hand up smartly. 

Old Joe «as far away. 'Till it's somewhere near your nose. 

And your fan 'II light up with a smile of 

PVT. RONEY JOXES .!">'• 

Monette, Vrkansas. And you'll say to yourself, here goes, 

I lis orders on the boat. 
\nd raved and swore and talked of land. 
For the water sol his eoat. —"Buck Private" McCollum. 



Kultur 

It was harvest time in Belgium, Brave little Be 

Fields urn- rich with golden grain. Stood in the 

Fragrant flowers along the hillside, Maimed and bl 

Beckoned to the clouds for rain. She fought tl 



Thru the wildwood, and the meadows, 
The feathered songster's sweet refi 

Echoed from the dawn till shadows 
Enshrouded him in night's dark dom 

Like thunderbolds from Heaven's blui 
Ten million fiends from Hell broke tl 

The Prussian war dog snapped his chai 
A land of peace with blood to stain. 



From Belgium to France, Verdun ai 
Rheims, 
Came Kultur for conquest a Kais< 
dreams, 
The beautiful Rheims that palace of 
Kings, 
Stands wounded but proudlv her 
chimes softlv rines. 



On into Belgium in drunken glee, 

They burn, and pillage, and murder tin 
free, 
The fiends were ruled by an iron hand. 

And Prussian make Kultur a Kaiser's That Bismark bad sti 

brand. and gain. 



mward! forward! hold the line there, 
Brave soldiers of France vour freed, 
declare, 
)rive back the Prussians from Alsace 



Kultur Continued Extras 



There sounds a mighty echo, 'tis 

Freedom's Liberty Bell. 
America's Eagle screaming, spreads her 

wings and flies. 
She plucks the sword from Kutur and 

Prussianism dies. 



Of Kultur's tower in l'.n 


rope, 1 


he world 


lias naught to fear. 






A Kaiser's dream of c 


onques 


I was he] 


must fine veneer. 






For right is might foreve 


r. on 1 


and or on 


the sea. 






Old Glory backed by 1 


•'rerdo 


in. was bo 


for Liberty. 







BUG 
Vbou 


l.KK CECIL TROI 
Boone, Iowa. 
I three m the rn 


And 

d 


blow his old bugle ' 
ead. 


PVT. 


FRED W. SCHM 
Care Joliet Floral ( 


Vnd i 


l o°t V beea a use 1 «he el had < i 


PVT. 

Now 
Don't 


LEWIS SLMBRO 

Prairie City, Iowa. 
Lewis was always o 
ask him tin- reason i 



PVT. JACOB KOPSTEIN 

530 W. 136th St.. New York City, 
Now .lake when full of old French win 
At sparking the girls lie sine could shin 
lie told them about New York and its 

Vnd vead ks turned oul by Bobb & M 



ENRY K<»'I 

10 t'o\ Street 


•.H 


' E 1 N 
nx, N. Y 

"buck,"' 



Private John Wesley A,l,n 



Gassed The Debt 

['ve gone all day in a sortav' a daze, My pals are all around me, 

An' felt tin horror of death. And it seems like a horrible dream, 

I don't mind the fight 'cause I know I'm But there goes my "Buddie" damn bad hit, 

right. An' I go mad when I hear his scream. 

It feels like a ball of red-hot fire, And I lose tin- last of my will; 

Turned loose from Hell's own door. I'm tumid to beast and mad man. 

An' there seems to lie no ease for me. And my cry is to kill— to kill! 

An' it's hurting me more and more. [ rage . lll(1 „uitter ,.,]] ||„. ,,j„| lt . 

I can feel myself go crumpling, And wait for the break of day; 

An' fall in a sudden heap, for my mind is mad with that one thot, 

An' slowly the truth (lawns on me. That thev must repay! repay! 

That ['was gassed last night in my *' * * ' * * 
sleep. 
'I'll, doctor says I'll pull thru all right. 

An' am good for a few more years, 
Hut I'm thinking of mv dear old mothe, 

An' I just can't keep hack the tears. 

1\, paid the debt that manhood brings, 

To make an ideal stand true. So mav you rest in peace o'er here, 

And if. perhaps, I've forgot how to smile. 'Neath the new-made cross that you 

Remember, it was all for you. won. 

"Buck Private" McCollum. "Unci Private" McCollu 



Your, go 


lie, so w 


hy should 


1 smile an, 


And sa 


v that 1 


ife's worth 


while. 


When gla 


illy I'd. 


join you wl 


lere you ai 


Just' to 


see on< 


■e again \ o 


ur smile. 


I'll try m 


v host t 




ie debt, 


Hut'. Pi 


d. it cai 




lone, 




s >** m. 



tlj 



4 






m 

nri F 




Extras 



CORP. JOSEPH DEMAREE PVT. JOHN F. BURN'S 

33rd St. Y. M. C. A., N. Y. C, N. Y. i Roy Ave., Wappinger Falls, \. V. 

Here's to Joe, the king of our grafters, \,,» Johnny was a poet, 

Who never earned his dough. Kul his rhymes were mi tin- bum; 



CORP. HENRY CRAFT CORP. I'HOS. S1I Wl.l'.Y 

<i?.5 Decatur St., Brooklyn, \. V. 2-2 Deshrosses St., X. Y. C, \. V 

As crafty as thej .mm,!,- them, "Three hundred and forty" s„ the\ sav, 

Was this hoy from Brooklyn way; is all this Irishman ever did weigh, 

Ami he run our commissary, With French mademoiselles so sweet and | 

Ami took our hard earned pay. \t promenading In- was hard to beat 

CORP. FRANK .1. KELLY p\*T. VLGOT JOHNSON 

1028 t7th St., Brooklyn, V V. 70 w. 109th St.. X. V. ('.. X. V. 



n it came to throw, 
\l blew up in the a, 



PVT. JOHN HOLCOMB 

Kingwood Park, Poughkeepsie, X. Y. 

A regular student this bird is, PVT. JOHN HESTER 

Vnd writin' history is his biz. Osfield, Ga. 

We'll guarantee before he's thru, \ Georgia Cracker is our 

He'll enlighten you some on French l>e I.u. Full of hell and the eomp 



Extras Continued 



PVT. BROW CARLSON 

/ill Lee Ave, Victor, Colo. 
Now Brow used to drink all night and day. 
In order to spend his fabulous pay. 

PVT. FRANK G. SCHRAPPERT 

3405 Broadway, X. Y. C, X. Y. 
On "That Hike" he had no bike, 
But a stretcher lie packed along the pike. 

CORP. HARRY THACKER 

3601 E. Walnut St., Des Moines, Iowa. 
When speaking of your ice-cream bounds. 
This guy was always "out of hounds." ]>y T ALFRED ALBATE 

7.' Common St., Lawrence 
PVT. SAM MORRIS X. Pitocchelli. 

Wilberton, Okla. Albate didn't mind the shells 



1'. IRA HICKS 

Elks' Hotel, 9th 


and Walnul 


Sts 


Moines. Iowa. 
, bird, I guess, that 
as our barber he t 


you all kn 
ook your d 


ough 


L VERNE CLAY 

El Campo, Texas. 
^erne is Clay then I 
a soldier Clay is aim 


am mud. 
osl a dud. 





Sam killed lots of 
And said, "he sho 
here." 



He never was afraid. 
itil he picked one up on 

l'o see how il was made 



PVT. CLARENCE KING 

Preston, Ga. pyT. INNOCENZO CELLA 
At parleyvooing Clar was a joke; ng B ., xtl .,. st x Y c N Y 

Wlien he said eomhien he'd almost choke. . , ' . ' 

But when he exclaimed eomansee coman saw. New ^ " rk s ( '""• we » adml1 that ' to °' 

The hunch all gave him the merry ha! ha! For he was always on a cheap beer stew. 



Extras Continued 

PVT. ALTON B. ELLS PVT. CLARENCE LIND 

Alfred, \. Y. Harrisburg, S. Dakota. 

First he was a Chauffeur, then he was a sarg; Clar thru up his hands and wanted to die 

Then he was a janitor. Iml by now he's out at When he heard that the L T . S. A. had went 

large. 

PVT. FR VNK X. KLOSTER 

16 S. mth We., \lt. Vernon, V V. 
PVT. ANTHONY GENTILE The Jack of Hearts or the Knave of Tarts 

I. >n .Ma, lis,,,, St., Rome, N. Y. Had nothing on this boy. 

In France he never felt at home, He was handsome mean but ven uncle. 

For there was no Rome in which to roam. Vnd turned out to be .-, killjoy. 

PVT. WILLI \M GOETZ 

:i.»:s Jerome St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
PVT. HODGE WINTON y it'll 

l ** •• T « M - R-f Naa Hr,Jer W haV l ar of "hose detX'to bu, 

But ^ca" ttel mU wonder 81 "' '"" "" forn " " S """ M "" '' ""'' 

Where he learned to cut hair. 

PVT. ERNEST WILLIAMS 

309 Seneca St., Seattle, Wash. ( 
PVT. PETE VUKOYE Moose Club. 

Kingman, Arizona. Now Earny was a cook both brave and hoi 

Now Pete is a miner and we all know well, Vnd served ns punk meals that were uh 

That he lives in a place that is hot as hell. cold. 



The Price 



I've fought from the Vesle el< 
\t Chateau Thierry and in 
I done mv I > i t as lu-st I con 



Why, I've cu 
And stood tl 
I've laid in I 
Fought like 



1 I.1-..HL 



ill nigh 
is right 



I've marched to the band and fell mighty | 

Because I was - of the lighting crowd. 

\nd now I'm back in this land of ours, 
And will be in my civics in a few short ho 

But, somehow or other it all seems bare, 
And I feel like hell when people stare, 
For some are thinking of loved ones lost. 
And others of how much we're going to ci 



And tha 


t's the 


bunch I'm sore about, 


The pat. 


■iot win 


1 was 50 willing to shout 


Then tui 


•n us 01 


it when we came home. 


On two i 


nonths' 


pay in the world to roai 



Tke Returns 



of mine, you're wrong, all wrong, 
sunn again be nne of the throng, 
t as yon wore when you went away, 
proved man now and the man of the da\ 



^ li.it 



thin. 



th-v expressed 



von may not have vour share of gold, 
it you learned "Up Then-" is wealth mil. .Id; 
I the big tiling you gained from what you've 

been' thru, 
hat high i.leal of being true. 

—"Buck Private" McCollum. 



Che 



we II get chicken 



Its Simbros' day on, 
We'll surelv have musli 

Hot corn meal toddies 
Made up in a rush. 

Bui honestly sueakins 



Then falls out to rest. 

Now Mess Sergt. Haller 
Near caused a scene, 

When In camaflouged Willie. 
With onions so green. 



Oli! dear little bean. 
Right now I'll confess, 

Repetti can make von 

The "Queen" of the mess. 

For hot cakes and fritters 
We re all out of luck, 

Thev're only for Faunstock, 
And not for the Buck. 

Our "Marcus" bread pudding 
Invented in France. 

All smeared with molasses, 
And inspected by chance. 

Cook Abbott makes doughnut 
They're round like a ball, 

To be eaten while steaming 
Or never at all. 

"Hold evervthins." fellows. 



I),.„l saj "Shake it up," 
If the bacons not done, 
F,.r Schmidt in the mornins. 



Let's go wash oil 
We've all had 



Private Join, Wesleii Adai 




OUR COOKS 



Our Cooks 



Excepting when making our company's pic. 
COOK JOSEPH S VCK 

II 1 E. II Ith St., \. Y. C, \. V. Care 
Mr. Bork. 
Joe sure worked hard for us, 
Bui when we asked for seconds 



Would make anj sick an' lame. 

VI. THOS. COSTELLO 

.Mil Maeken Vve., Brooklvn, \. Y. 



MISS SOT. I KKI> II M.I.Kli 



Willi 






\inl poor Marcus died of disgrace. 
COOK liICAl.no UEPETT1 

91 Baxter St., \ew York Citv, \. Y 
N'ow at camouflaging anything 

He was "there," and "over," too. 
Bui he never fooled us al an\ time, 

I •»■ we knew the damstufi was stew. 
COOK WTMil-'.W M VRCl'S 

Ki Corrton Terrace, Y cers, \. V. 

"Wl.(. camouflaged the Willy?" 

Vndrev, Marcus was his name 
Hi. -v ,.u he h.ilK from Yonkers, 

III VT TOWN of national faun 
PVT. CLAUDE J. M. SMITH 



: \ 1 (I. VREXCE E. W All. VCK 

Cleveland, Texas. 
He'd make sick call rnosl every morn; 

PVT. EDW Mil) \ \KI)I 

Central ['ark, I.. I.. \. V Box mi. 
I know this bird jusl like a book. 
II,', I be firsl to mess hv hook or crook. 



A Greaseball 



As I entered our old m 

Where I'd often beei 

There 1 met a lousv "G 



Whisper softly, " 'Hain't no more 

Sgt. Oliver Randall 



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April 20th, 1919. 



Then I talked and then I pleaded 

Crving, telling of the war. 
How I'd starved in many shell hoi 

As I'd never done before. 
Give we something thru I pleaded 

And I'll never ask vou more, 
Give me beans, hard t'aek. slum gul 

Or anything I've had before. 



Mot in a suit of Khaki brown, 
Will I greet von at the pier; 

But in a suit of Denham Blue, 
I'll be forced to meet yon dear. 

We shoveled coal in our Khaki Brown, 
Till we were dirtv as dirt could be; 

Thru they gave us a suit of Denham Blur. 

Vnd I promised that I'd rat it , kl||iw j( mus{ M . rln strange t „ vol , 



On the- ground, or off tin- Hi 



But the 'Greaseball only whispered, But jfs ■ t „„. " Armv Grand," my d( 
Oh, so softly. " Hain't no more." Am , tllt> - t - t . two months behind with 

from mv head the hair 1 ton-, So if. perchance, when we meet, 
And I swore I'd kill that greaseball. A eoaHieaver I seem to be, 

When he whispered. " Hain't no more." Remember it's the "Armv Grand;" 



might beat him, choke him. ki 



And there's thousands more like rat 



(Hoke him till h.s throat was sore "Buck Private" McCollum. 



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PVT. FRAXK PAREXTO 

75 Roosevelt St.. Xew York City, V V. 

In the form of a' French girl' with a curl 
Now every dav for drill he's late 

For she has his brain in a whirl. 

PVT. EDWARD E. HOLLINGSHEAD 
Quimby, Iowa. 



CORP. HEXRY K Mil. I'. 

1588 Firs! Vve., \r.« York City, V V. 
It Henn ««.ul.l (ivrlit like lie «-« .1 1 1.1 eat, 

He'll Ik- one au till har.l man to heat 



\l VRTIXSON 



PVT. ERNEST E. (Wit Ul.T 

Biloxi, .Misv 
Tall and handsome, dark as a cloud, 
Never heard Ern} speak French out loud 
PVT. PHILIP K. SUXTER 

Wiesev, Kansas. 
At doing 's'quads right" he'd get lost 

But when it came to mess call time is 



PVT. BEX.) \.\ll\ MII.I.I'.K 

215-1 Crotona We., Bronx, \ V 
Von talk about your nil cans, 

Well, here's t.i our company champ 
Vin rouge he drank for high halls. 



roiiP. (II VRLES FUHRIXG 

159 Varick St., Xew York City, \ Y 
Well, by golly, lure's to Cholly, 

You big old Irish stiff. 
"How manj times did I duck your right 

And return an Orangeman's biff?" 



MISS JULIA FULTON 

Pleasanl \'alley, Wheeling, W. Vi 
\du Julia was a lady. 



Old Detail Arm)) 



Doggone this "Old Detail Army" 

Is all I've got to say. 
For ever since the armistice 

We've hern laboring day by day. 



We cleaned their alleys, streets and barns, 
And built miles of road "Over There", 

Which was just a part of the cleanliness 
That went on in France somewhere. 



With all the fighting over 

The first thing that we done. 

Was to clean up the town we billeted in; 
And they thot we done it for fun. 

I never thot tiiat I would be 

A street cleaner brave and hold. 

Until I started cleaning up France. 
In the sleet, the rain and the cold. 



Now every time we'd hit a town 

Whether large or small, 
We'd grab our trusty spades and brooms 

And then we'd hit the ball. 



The French folks they would laugh at us. 

No doubt they had ideas too; — 
Of what our Democratic Government 

Had sent us here to do. 

And even at the port of embarkation 

Before we sailed away. 
We shoveled coal and piled up wood 

Just twenty-four hours a day. 

Y,-s. there was always lots of details, 
And you'd get 'em night or day. 

So doggone this "Old Detail Army" 
Is all I've got to say. 

—"Buck Private" McCollum. 



Mustered Out 



'What do you mean by Mustered Out?" My discharge there, and bonus pay. 

A rube asked me one day. L a y right before niv eve, 



And I knew right away I had a bout 
On my hands, with this misguided ja 

"Listen, old rube, wouldn't it be ureal. 
To be in your eivie clothes? 

state, 
.lust as free as the wind that blows?" 

Fort I). A. Russell I II never forget, 

And that Ion,-. Inn- line waiting then. 

Twas then that I sang, "I'm not weary 



And I took them up in the same C 
And salute? Well, no not I. 



Relieve 
Ken, 






miew Here. 



Hut. hold on. Casey, it wasn't Ion,-. 
Before we were on our way. 
My name? Why. yes. my name was called, Discharged and paid. sure, sin- a song, 

And I almost doubted my eyes, "Good-bye, Mr. Rube, and good-day.'' 

When right up to that desk I stalled. 

And saw what is called "A Surprise." Private John Wesley Adams 



Moth 



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Homeward Bound 



At the close of a spring day in Sable, 

I sat in my room alone. 
The sun was slowly sinking 

And my thots turned back to home. 

Thots of my dear old mother 

And how much was hers to bear; 

And in fancy I could see her 
In the old familiar chair. 

Always thinking of me. 
And always praying, too; 
Slowly, the truth dawned on me, 
Of how much she had been thru. 

Of the long, endless nights of waiting. 

And those anxious days of pain; 
Wishing, hoping and praying, 

That her boy may return again. 



As I stand on this transport lure by the 
rail. 

Watching her plow thru the foam; 
There's just one thing I can think about, 

And that is, we're "Going Home." 

Many is the time while at the front. 

In some battle of raging Hell; 
I'd lift my voice to the One above. 

That He guide me home safe and well. 

All the sweetness and joys of life 

Are embodied in these two words, 
"Homeward Bound." my, don't they sound 
nice 
When your heart's just as light as a 
bird's ? 

And I, for one, as I stand here alone. 

Thank my Maker above, 
That I'm permitted to be "Homeward 

Bound," 
To the ones I so dearlv love. 



•Buck Private" McCollt, 



'Buck Private" McCollum. 



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As we sit here in our billets, 

In this land of giddy old Fra 
Where everything's quiet and tl 

fight, 
Its the end of a h 



The guns no more crash out with a roar. 

As they did not so long ago, 
But still we think of the hell we drank, 

From the cup of a bittc r foe. 

We're somewhat solemn as we march in 
column. 
Thinking of fallen comrades and the) 



No tombstone marks their lonely grave, 

No flowers did we place on their breast; 
But we quietly raised a wooden cross. 



mounds 



it sacred 



For those lads 

Are marked with 

|0SS, 

And the, la.V til 
Thev were but he 



Sometimes at night by the lone : 

And sometimes at break of da 

We bowed our heads and our pr 



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